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  Unsurpassed

  Charity Parkerson

  Book 1 in the No Rival series

  Aubree is infatuated with two men, Max and Ryan. The two former Marines have been her close friends ever since she made her first misguided attempt at joining their kickboxing classes. When the pair invites her to join them at a weekend party thrown by Drew, a famous MMA champion, she has no idea what they have in mind. After spending one hot ménage night with the pair, Aubree learns the men’s intentions are not all about her. Feeling betrayed, Aubree turns to Drew who is also tugging at her heart. She must choose between the two men who have been the center of her fantasies, and the one man who could make all her dreams come true.

  Inside Scoop: This sexy tale includes a ménage and male/male encounters that may leave you wishing for an alpha male fighter of your own.

  A Romantica contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

  Unsurpassed

  Charity Parkerson

  Chapter One

  She could lick him. It wasn’t a new thought for Aubree. However, it was one gaining the possibility of becoming reality with each passing moment. Sweat glistened on Max’s skin. His gray cotton t-shirt stuck to his pecs. Her soaking panties clung to her. She could do it and then keep walking as if nothing had happened. Knowing Max as she did, he’d most likely chalk it up to her quirkiness and let it go. At least then, she would know. She’d have the memory of his flavor to add to the fantasy she took to bed with her each night.

  As she looked on, one massive shoulder lifted as he raised his arm to wipe the sweat away from his brow. Aubree bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning. Almost as if he felt her stare, he turned in her direction. Their gazes collided across the room. Even though Max was too far away to make out the color of his eyes, she was as familiar with them as she was with her own. They were an odd shade of amber with specks of green smattered throughout.

  Max didn’t smile. He rarely did, but when it happened…it was magical. She wanted to run her hands over his short brown hair, allowing the soft bristles to tickle her skin. Hunger consumed her. A flush crept up her skin. It had nothing to do with strenuous exercise. Of course, she hadn’t done a single leg press since claiming the weight machine. She’d been ensnared by watching the sexy kickboxing instructor do his thing. Now she couldn’t look away from him and damn it, he knew it.

  “How’s it going, gorgeous?” Ryan’s voice cut through her thoughts as his fingers brushed over her collarbone. Max turned away. Tearing her eyes from his wide frame, Aubree switched her attention to the man who’d claimed the weight bench beside her. Unlike Max, Ryan always smiled. She couldn’t help but return the gesture.

  “It’s going okay,” she answered as she soaked up his presence. With shaggy, dark hair, and his skin covered in tattoos, Ryan was too easy to like. His sweet personality combined with his open smile was irresistible. If she could’ve chosen between the two kickboxing/self-defense coaches, she would have snagged one of them already—or gone to jail for stalking. Whichever happened first.

  “Why are you looking so intense today?”

  Keeping her face carefully blank, Aubree feigned ignorance. “I don’t know what you mean.” His green eyes flashed with humor, making her wonder for a moment what he was thinking.

  “You were staring into space,” he said in way of explanation. Relief flooded her veins. He hadn’t noticed her watching Max.

  “I’m starving.” It wasn’t a complete lie. She was ravenous. Another knowing grin passed over his face. She beat down the blush fighting to rise in her cheeks. Ryan and Max both knew her too well. She hoped they didn’t know everything.

  “I could use something to eat as well. What would you like?” There was a moment when Aubree wondered if he was talking about food. In the end, she decided it was merely wishful thinking on her part when his expression didn’t change.

  “What are we talking about?” Max asked, appearing at their side. Ryan slid over, making room for him to sit.

  “Eating out,” Ryan answered.

  A wicked smile touched Max’s lips. “Really,” he drawled, as he held her gaze. Aubree’s imagination fired to life once more causing her nipples to harden.

  She opened her mouth to answer. Her voice came out in a squeak, forcing her to clear her throat. “Yeah. I’m thinking about skipping out of here early tonight.”

  Max’s brow furrowed. “You don’t want to try one quick private lesson before you go? I’m done with my classes and your balance is still off.”

  She hated to say no since the private lessons the pair offered her was how the three of them had become such good friends. It had taken one visit to their regular class to realize she did not possess the coordination needed for kickboxing. Most people would hear “one class” and think she’d given up too soon. That’s because they didn’t realize her single visit had ended with a sprained ankle, a black eye and a trophy case that would never be the same again.

  As much as she wanted to say yes, the thought of either man pressing his hard body against her while pinning her to the floor caused Aubree to squirm in her seat. “I need a shower,” she answered hastily, and a ride on my vibrator while moaning your name, Aubree silently added. Her channel pulsed in response.

  “A cheat night, sweet,” Ryan said, sounding cheerful. “Give us an hour and we’ll swing by to pick you up.”

  “Okay,” Aubree agreed.

  Ryan’s eyes twinkled. “What? You’re not even going to ask where we’re going?”

  Although it was on the tip of her tongue to say she didn’t care, Aubree still felt a flush climb up her cheeks. “Where are we going?”

  “To eat,” both men answered simultaneously.

  * * * * *

  The moment Aubree closed her front door behind her, she couldn’t strip off her clothes fast enough. The brush of material against her over-sensitized skin left her agitated. She headed straight for the shower, hoping to wash away the scorching fantasies running through her mind. No matter how cold she turned the water, the heat wouldn’t dissipate. Giving it up as a bad job, she stepped out, eyeing the bedside table before glancing at the clock. The hour she’d been allotted didn’t give her much time. If she didn’t do something, Aubree feared her reaction to being alone with the men. It was only a matter of time before her longing for their touch would cause her mind to snap, and then what would she do? Most likely, she’d gain super-human strength, pin one of them to the ground and attempt to ride his face, while the other one tried to pull her off. She chuckled at the picture even as her pussy wept.

  With a growl, Aubree swept her hand over her freshly waxed cunt as a shiver of yearning ran through her. Giving it up as a lost cause, she rushed across the room. She’d have to be quick, but she couldn’t wait any longer. Opening the drawer next to the bed, she pulled out her bullet and an anal plug. If Ryan and Max knew how many times she’d played out this same fantasy in her mind, they’d never be able to look her in the eye again.

  Crawling onto the mattress, Aubree drew her knees up as the image of the two men filled her mind. Ryan’s laughing green eyes and Max’s sensual mouth were in the room with her as she spun the dial to high on her vibrator. Touching the cold metal to her heated flesh, Aubree’s back arched as her juices leaked from her slit, running down to the puckered strawberry awaiting its own toy. She didn’t need much preparation. She’d been primed all day. Reaching between her legs, she slipped the plug inside her ass. Her body greedily accepted the intrusion. Most women were satisfied with one man. Aubree longed for two. She wanted Max and Ryan to fill her with their cocks. In her mind, she pictured them doing that very thing as she spread her knees wide. The bullet beat against her clit as she pumped her fingers inside her channel. Her ass pulled at the plug
. A part of her brain recognized she was missing the real thing and cried out in denial as her body took what pleasure it could. Even as her legs shook and her channel pulsed with the power of her orgasm, she didn’t stop. She wanted it again and again until she could drown out the empty place inside her where Max and Ryan belonged. Aubree moved the vibrator frantically over her button until a second wave hit. She cried out in pleasure. Her breathing was shallow and her heart raced as she came down from her high. Switching off her toy, she tugged at the plug, groaning as the move sent a pulsation through her cunt.

  Even after two powerful orgasms, Aubree wasn’t satisfied. She wanted the real thing. As if her yearning called to them, a loud knock landed on her door and Aubree shot to her feet.

  “I’m coming,” she called. A high-pitched nervous giggle escaped with the words. If only they knew how true her words were. She shook her head as she dumped her toys back in the drawer, making a mental note to clean them later.

  Aubree answered the door after a considerably long wait, wearing a short, silk robe and nothing else. A flush covered her skin. Her wet, blonde locks fell in a dripping mass over her shoulders. The thin material covering her body clung to her skin, shaping her every curve, doing nothing to hide her hardened nipples. It took every ounce of Ryan’s willpower to keep his gaze at eye level. He held out the pizza box in hopes of distracting her from his growing erection.

  “I brought food.” Max gave him a push from behind to get him moving as the asinine comment left his lips.

  Stepping aside, she waved them in. “Yum. I’m grateful we’re not going anywhere. It’s been a long day.” While Max settled on the couch, switching on the television, Aubree followed into the kitchen. He spoke over his shoulder.

  “You said you were starving so we took you at your word.”

  He set the pizza on the stove and turned to find Aubree stretched up onto her toes digging around in the cabinet next to the sink. The light-blue silk robe rode up. He stared at the outline of her barely covered ass. It wouldn’t take more than a second to slip the material the rest of the way up, revealing the gorgeous skin hidden from him. With the idea at the forefront of his mind, he crowded her body with his as he reached past her and grabbed the plates she’d been after. Ryan kept enough distance so she wouldn’t realize how hard he was for her, but he wanted to unsettle her a little. Aubree didn’t disappoint. She glanced over her shoulder. When their gazes met, a blush exploded across her cheeks. He bit back a chuckle. It almost became a moan when her stare dropped to his mouth before returning to his eyes. The hunger shining out at him caught him off guard.

  “You look as if you need me,” he said, letting the words hang between them before adding, “to reach high things for you, I mean.”

  “Yes.” Her response made him proud. She knew his game and was prepared to play. With a sigh of regret, he remembered Max in the other room. He moved away from his prey. As always, they chose informal dining at its best and Aubree settled onto the couch next to Max. Crossing her legs, she balanced her plate on her knee and took a huge bite out of her slice of pizza. Max timed his attack perfectly, waiting until her mouth was full before speaking up.

  “Ryan and I have been invited to a three-day holiday-themed party this weekend at Black River Resort and Casino.”

  Aubree carefully chewed her food before responding. “A holiday party already? Sheesh. Thanksgiving is still two weeks away.”

  Ryan jumped in, nodding. “It’s for charity so it’s planned on a date least likely to interfere with anyone’s plans with their family. The higher the attendance the more money they’re able to collect. There’s supposed to be a ton of things to do there.”

  “Awesome. Have fun,” Aubree said as she took another bite of her food.

  “It’s a yearly event thrown by Drew Alexander.” Ryan didn’t bother explaining who Drew Alexander was. He knew Aubree would know exactly to whom he referred. Her father had worked with UFC fighters before he’d been killed in a car accident five years earlier, and Drew was the biggest name in mixed martial arts.

  “It’s good he uses his fame to help others,” Aubree said, still not showing the enthusiasm he hoped to see.

  Obviously deciding she wasn’t going to be lured into anything, Max dove in with both feet. “We’d like you to go with us.”

  Aubree choked on her pizza, falling into a coughing fit. Max shifted uncomfortably while Ryan debated on whether he should beat her on the back. Finally, after taking a huge swig of water from her bottle, Aubree managed to catch her breath. When she spoke, her voice came out sounding hoarse. “You want me to go to a party? For the weekend? With both of you?”

  Ryan and Max nodded. Her gaze moved between them as if assessing the seriousness of their request. After a moment, she shrugged. Taking another bite, she spoke around a mouthful of food. “What the hell. You only live once.”

  Chapter Two

  The outside of the Black River Resort and Casino was so brightly lit, Aubree imagined it could be seen from space. Everything in its interior gleamed, from the marble check-in counter to the wooden balustrades, all the way down to the tiny gold details twinkling at her everywhere she looked. Without a doubt, Aubree knew she would never be able to come up with the money to stay even one night in a place such as this on her own. This was a hotel and casino reserved for the highest of rollers.

  Even though it was fifty-eight degrees outside, Aubree had still chosen a deep red, spaghetti-strapped, form-fitting dress for the evening. Not only did the outfit make her feel desirable, she expected the place would be hot as Hades after she’d consumed a few drinks. Not to mention all the body heat once people began crowding in. Ryan and Max looked sexy as sin in their black tuxedos. She’d spent the thirty-minute drive to the hotel staring at them both. It was exactly like stepping into a shoe store. When she stood inside a shoe store, she didn’t know which direction to look first or what she wanted out of the trip. However, she did know how it would end—with a quick rush of euphoria followed swiftly by regret and a bill she couldn’t afford to pay. Nothing good could come of this trip.

  The party inside the casino was already in full swing, leaving little time for Aubree to explore the three-bedroom suite assigned to them for the weekend. Since she was a guest of a guest, Aubree automatically chose the smallest of rooms while Ryan and Max simply chose whatever they seemed to find most convenient. Everything was white, which she found odd. It made the room appear even more expensive and gave her extra faith in the hotel staff cleaning crew. Aubree couldn’t imagine living in a place where she could stain anything at any moment. Tossing her purse on a settee near the bathroom, she did a quick lipstick and hair repair before heading out to claim her men.

  The three met in the center of the suite. Ryan gave her a once-over. “Yep. You’re still looking hot. Are you ready to get this show on the road?”

  Aubree tugged nervously at the front of her low-cut dress, hoping against hope her overabundance of cleavage didn’t become a nipple show before the end of the night. “Please let the alcohol be strong,” she said in way of answer, causing Max to let out a husky laugh.

  “We’ll never find out from here.” Ryan’s reminder spurred Aubree into action and she headed for the door. With her nerves on edge, Aubree hoped for the sake of the rest of the partygoers she got at least one shot of tequila in her before anyone dared to wish her a Merry Christmas. She’d hate to punch some poor unsuspecting soul in the throat all because they didn’t realize her parents had died on that day.

  With the casino transformed from gambling hall to a winter paradise, it was obvious great care had been taken to ensure Drew Alexander’s “holiday” party would offend no one. Everywhere Aubree looked, she saw a different culture represented. In one corner of the room sat several menorahs. In another, people sang while beating drums in celebration of Kwanzaa. Along one wall sat a huge paper horse and people were taking turns writing their names upon it. Max quietly explained it was a Hong Kong tradition. The h
orse would be burned on New Year’s Day, carrying a list of wishes to the gods in its smoke. Even though Aubree found each tradition interesting in its own right, she still liked the Christmas tree in the center of the room the best. The gigantic tree reached almost to the ceiling and every branch held an assortment of ornaments. A train set circled the base of the spruce while a white rocking chair sat to its left. A brightly dressed Santa perched in the chair, smiling jovially at each passerby. Nostalgia swept over Aubree.

  Glancing away from the man in red, she found both Max and Ryan silently watching her. “What?”

  “You seemed sad there for a minute,” Ryan explained.

  Aubree shook her head. “It’s nothing. I was thinking about my dad. He used to dress up as Santa each year. I stopped celebrating the holidays after he died.” She waved her hand at the pair when it looked as if they were about to begin spilling platitudes. “It’s not a big deal. Please forget I said anything?”

  Max’s jaw hardened as if he bit down his words, but Ryan opened his mouth seemingly prepared to dismiss her wishes. Luckily, a wide-shouldered man with a bald head clapped him heartily across the back, interrupting whatever he’d been about to say.

  “Hey man. I’m so glad you could make it.”

  To Aubree, Ryan’s smile appeared forced as he returned the greeting. “Hey Drew. I wouldn’t miss out on this freak show for anything.” Max chuckled and Aubree groaned at Ryan’s words. Their host turned his laughing gaze in her direction.

  “And who is this enchanting woman you’ve brought with you?” Drew’s question could’ve been aimed at either man. However, she couldn’t have said which one since he held her ensnared as the inquiry left his lips. Oh what delicious lips they were. In spite of his bald head—which had obviously been shaved—the rest of Drew Alexander was overwhelmingly stunning. Gray eyes, full lips and deep lines at the corners of his mouth were a few of the weapons he held in his arsenal. His golden skin and the rumble of his voice completed the package.